I sit, wrapped in the stillness of
The rising sun’s first blush,Reflecting on all of my joys
Within the morning’s hush.
They number more than all the stars
That fill the night time sky;
They far exceed the blades of grass
That wave before my eye.
The joys that spill through every day
Add up abundantly,
And you love me so vey much
That you gave them to me.
So let me not sit in the dawn
With troubles on my mind,
When all about me are the gifts
You’ve left for me to find.
Psalm 21:6
Surely you have granted him unending blessings and made him glad with the joy of your presence.
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